Dull cloudy ― all day = only one gleam of sun about 10 or 11. I worked horribly all day at Cretan pennings. No letter: nobody came.
Μονη ― Μονος ― Μοναχῶς.
Towards afterìnoon, awful annoyance from putting down carpets &c. &c. in Santos’s upstairs room.
Dined on a sole ― at 7.30.
Reading Lady D. Gordons queer tour.
Penned out till 10 ― nay ― 11 ― at the Αποκόρονα sketches.
Grim, dim, useless sad speculations. A cleft stick ― & how to leave it?
Better to give up 1 or 200, & be free ― but wholly in the dark, & life=beginning again? ―― or to be chained here ― risking loss & certain of no liberty?
To be, or not to be?
& penned out till 11.
 Lear probably read Lucie, Lady Duff-Gordon’s “Letters from the Cape” from the collection in which they were first published, Sir Francis Galton’s Vacation Tourists and Notes of Travel in 1862-3, London and Cambridge: Macmillan and Co., 1864. 119-222.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]